We decided to try to get pregnant when our first son was 9 months. The week he turned 1...VOILA..I AM PREGNANT!! We were traveling from Arizona to Florida, and conceived in Van Horn, Texas! I am sure most of you have never heard of this little ghost town haha Hey...they have a Historic Hotel with great food, and obviously some love making in the air (I call it vino)!! We obviously had NO clue and traveled to Florida... I was staying with my sister for a few weeks while Nathan traveled down to Tampa to get settled. One night, we were drinking and I said "something isn't right...I think I am pregnant". Sure enough..I WAS! We were so excited! I had to wait 3 days to tell Nathan!!! Aahhhhhh
Grady and I drove down to Tampa (7 hours), and I changed his shirt right before we met up with Nathan at the front gate of the base. He had never seen Grady officially walk...so Grady was stumbling over to him with a shirt on that said "Big Bro". At first, Nathan didn't notice...but once he did..TEARS.OF.JOY. It was AWESOME.
Immediately, I wasn't feeling well. Everything made me sick. I could have slept ALL DAY LONG. But, I couldn't...I had a one year old to take care of! Everyone was convinced "it's a girl". I had no clue. All I knew was that I was having severe ligament pains and severe Nausea. I was told by my doctor that we have muscle memory, so my body remembers everything and this pregnancy might be a little harder on me.
I was showing VERY fast. I was still carrying about 15lbs of extra weight, so my belly already looked like I was pregnant haha It drove me crazy when people would say "it's twins".
My first doc appointment was an eye opener. Only because when I delivered Grady, the doctors office was across from the beach. This Doctors office in Tampa was in the middle of the GHHEEETTOOO. I will NEVER forget the girl sitting across from me in the waiting room. Legs spread open (you could tell she really enjoyed that position, a little too much) with money signs and dollar bills GOING UP HER LEG into her WHO WHOO. Yea...it was at the moment I knew my little pink flower tat I have on the inside of my wrist was not offensive to others. Well, the doctor couldn't find the heart beat. We were heart broken. We couldn't get a sonogram for TWO DAYS. I had to wait TWO.DAYS. to know if our baby was okay, or if I was miscarrying. Well, our doctor was just an idiot and was known to not be able to find heartbeats. He was like 93 and I am sure his equipment was the same age.
When I was 17 weeks along, I had opened our freezer door and dropped something..I came up and my back hit the freezer door..causing it to FALL ON ME! YES. The dang FREEZER DOOR fell on me. I immediately started having contractions. Of course, my doctor was not concerned, but just told me to go to the ER to make sure everything was fine. Yes it was...but the landlord got CHEWED OUT.
A few weeks later, we found out we were having another BOY!!! I was fine with that...I mean..he's healthy and I saved all of my boy stuff!!! Hell yea!
BTW, I STILL felt like crap.
Grady and I flew back to Arizona when I was 27 weeks, and Nathan drove back with the dogs. (for those confused, we are Military and he had a short assignment in Tampa for 6 months)
I did a lot of research to find a new OBGYN. There was NO way I was going to just settle for anybody...especially what I went through with doctor in Tampa. I found a practice that had 3 doctors, and I fell in love immediately. The hospital they delivered at was about 7 minutes from my house, and I got to meet all three doctors that could potentially deliver my baby.
I started to dilate around 36 weeks. My doctor told me, you will deliver any day. This is your second baby, you are progressing very fast. But, I knew my body. My babies love my uterus..it doesn't matter if their hand is hanging out..they want to chill. Unfortunately, I couldn't rest as much as I wanted because I had a 20 month old at home, and stairs, and chores, and Holiday parties to throw/attend. Friends and family were making bets on when I would deliver. Most said Christmas. I mean, I was 80% effaced and 3cm dilated. Most women would have said "induce me and get this baby out of my uterus". However, I knew when that baby came...our lives would change forever. Yes, they would change for good...but I also knew how hectic it would get. Two under 2. Holy COW.
39 weeks New Years Eve
On New Years Eve, I went and had donuts/coffee with some girl friends. I had been having mild contractions, but nothing was regular. Then, my friend that is a massage therapist hit some trigger points in my hand....they the contractions were coming on stronger. I was just uncomfortable. Not in pain....but like severe Braxton Hicks. Then, I started feeling the sharp pains in my cervix and pressure. So, I knew..I was progressing further. I went home, took a shower and took a nap (just in case I went into labor). I got up, did a few laps around the neighborhood...but my contractions weren't very regular. They were definitely getting stronger, so we went to the hospital. I didn't want to be the lady delivering on the side of the road. I was at a 4 1/2 90% effaced. My contractions were every 8-10 minutes, but they told me I could go home since I wanted to go natural. I decided to go natural because I had nerve damage from my epidural with my first delivery. Well, THEN..as we were texting our friend that had Grady...alarms started going off. Parkers (that was the name we decided on) heart rate was dropping.
To be cont....
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